I am congenitally unable to take much interest in other people

All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the rest. It is almost impossible for me to converse with other people. What should I talk about, how should I say it? I don't know.

If my neighbors manage to survive without killing themselves, without going mad, maintaining an interest in political parties, not yielding to despair, resolutely pursuing the fight for existence, can their griefs really be genuine?

I have frantically played the clown in order to disentangle myself from these painful relationships, only to wear myself out as a result.

I could believe in hell, but it was impossible for me to believe in the existence of heaven

My eyes would swim in my head, and the whole world grow dark before me, so that I felt half out of my mind.

I soon came to understand that drink, tobacco and prostitutes were all great means if dissipating (even for a few moments) my dread for human beings. I came even to feel that if I had to sell every last possession to obtain these means of escape, it would be well worth it.

It was hard to be expected that someone like myself could ever develop any close friends—besides, I lacked even the ability to pay visits.

This year I am twenty-seven. My hair has become much greyer. Most people would take me for over forty.

There's something about you that smells a little of a Christian priest. I find it offensive

That dream of going on bicycles to see a waterfall framed in summer leaves it was not for the likes of me.

Even now it comes as a shock if by chance I notice in the street a face resembling someone I know however slightly, and I am at once seized by a shivering violent enough to make me dizzy.

Despising each other as we did, we were constantly together, thereby degrading ourselves. If that is what the world calls friendship, the relations between Horiki and myself were undoubtedly those of friendship

I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.

I am congenitally unable to take much interest in other people

If you’ve slept soundly at night the morning is exhilarating, I suppose.

The thought of dying has never bothered me, but getting hurt, losing blood, becoming crippled and the like no thanks.

?????¿?? the fuck elon

I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.

He was a good boy, an angel.